I traveled to the mysterious Shang Dynasty in China, and I never expected that at the beginning, I would be thrown into the hunting ground as a sacrifice to feed the messenger of the "god" of the great merchants.
Under the witness of all the citizens of the capital, I killed their messenger of God, and the whole country was shocked.
In order to anger the common people, the King of Shang ordered me to be cooked and eaten by the common people.
At the critical moment, the great priest of Dashang, the third son of King Shang Yi, suddenly referred to me as the great witch of Dashang, and carried me into the great temple of the royal capital where he was. From then on, I started to practice the witch "sacrifice" day and night without shame...
Remarks:
Inventing history and making complete nonsense
Intention: Unyielding when encountering difficulties
